For centuries and centuries
Locusts come over here
And they destroy the life
And goodness and greenery
And despaired people
So they left from here
Today locusts come back again
They repeat their bad actions
To come over the life
And goodness and greenery as well
Where do people have to go?
And which direction they have to go
So that they save themselves
And they will survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem